Time would make Sephiroth look like him - after all, it was the combined sins of too much research and not enough of everything that had made Sephiroth the wreck of a man in that hidden lab of Hojo's. Genesis had thought that he was going to push the other man into seeing the truth, but instead, he knew now he should have stayed and should have made sure that Sephiroth would not lose himself. Then again, was he so sure it was that alone that made him fall, or had there been other factors he was not certain of?

"I've been pushing myself far too hard," he replied, shrugging as he sat back and took a deep breath. "Angeal is in Stasis, as is Genny, and you know what it's like for me to attempt to cook."

He can cook. The problem was that he tended towards spending all day trying to get a sliced carrot perfect instead of just letting the pieces fall as they would.

"I am talking about the future of the Planet, and of you. I think I need to tell you what happens before something on this planet pushes you the same way."